the norm and there was nothing wrong with that, but I wasn’t ready to commit to…to whatever he was asking me to commit to.
Shouldering the laptop bag, I turned to leave then thought better of taking the gift with me. Gently, I placed it on the counter.
“See you when I see you… sir .”
He didn’t reply so I strode toward the door. Then I heard him murmur something. I hadn’t quite caught what he’d said and I froze. My hand on the doorknob, I knew I could leave. I could be free, free of whatever strange codependence was forming between me and Black.
Instead of moving forward, I asked, “What did you say?”
After he cleared his throat, he replied, “I said my name is David. My real name is David Denegro.”
Shock rippled through me. It was the only concession he’d made in the past three days. Taking a deep breath, I turned around.
I walked up to him and took his right hand in mine. “I’m Georgia Reilly. Nice to meet you.”
Nodding, he fixed his gaze on the floor. Was it so hard for him to share this vulnerable moment with me? I realized it must be difficult for him to relinquish even a tiny bit of control and yet he’d done it. For me.
In that moment I understood. As much as I longed to please Black—no, not Black, David —he longed to please me just as much. I had equal power in this budding relationship. Somehow I’d stumbled on to the one man who completed me. Yes, completed me—as unpopular a notion as it was these days.
He was the darkness to my light, the night to my day, the Dominant who craved my submission. We’d forged a powerful bond, one that would take some time to comprehend. But if I didn’t make my stand now, would he ever really respect me?
“I—I don’t know if I can stay here with you,” I murmured. “And Mika.”
Head shaking almost imperceptibly, he looked at me. “That’s not what I’m asking of you.”
“Isn’t it?”
Again, he fixed his stare on the floor. That was all the answer I needed.
I kissed his cheek. “We’ll talk after I’m off from work.”
He released my hand, wrapping his arms around himself, and with that David was gone, replaced again by Black’s cold stare.
I nodded and took my leave.
Once out the door, I breathed in the cool, crisp autumn air. The leaves on the trees had turned various shades of magenta, scarlet and buttercup yellow. What the hell was I doing, running away from the most exciting man I’d ever met to hurry off to a shitty job I hated?
But could I do this? Could I give myself to a man who ate, drank and breathed so foreign a lifestyle? Would he lose interest in me after he’d forced my total submission? Would I allow him to dominate me completely? Was that what he wanted?
Maybe it was really what I wanted. The thought sent a shiver up my spine.
More questions ricocheted around my brain, but I ignored them.
Once in my car, I willed myself to start the engine, then I willed myself to pull out of the driveway. One step at a time, I found myself finally in my cubicle at work. It seemed grayer and smaller than usual. No matter how hard I tried to banish the memory of Black’s hands on my body, the sensation haunted me. My cunt still ached from the pounding he’d given me the night before, my skin still raw from the elaborate bondage. The thought drew my nipples into painfully tight buds.
Blinking away tears, I shook my head. I’d never make it through the day at this rate. Minutes seemed like hours and hours stretched into days, but finally six o’clock rolled around. I collected my purse, clocked out and bid my coworkers goodbye.
As soon as I exited the building and entered the parking area, I saw him— Black stood by my car, bearing a bouquet of flowers.
A grin pulled at my lips—yet another concession from him. “What are you doing here?”
He shook his head. “Can you honestly say that today was better than your weekend with me?”
“No but—”
“But it’s something you can call yours. I
Shouldering the laptop bag, I turned to leave then thought better of taking the gift with me. Gently, I placed it on the counter.
“See you when I see you… sir .”
He didn’t reply so I strode toward the door. Then I heard him murmur something. I hadn’t quite caught what he’d said and I froze. My hand on the doorknob, I knew I could leave. I could be free, free of whatever strange codependence was forming between me and Black.
Instead of moving forward, I asked, “What did you say?”
After he cleared his throat, he replied, “I said my name is David. My real name is David Denegro.”
Shock rippled through me. It was the only concession he’d made in the past three days. Taking a deep breath, I turned around.
I walked up to him and took his right hand in mine. “I’m Georgia Reilly. Nice to meet you.”
Nodding, he fixed his gaze on the floor. Was it so hard for him to share this vulnerable moment with me? I realized it must be difficult for him to relinquish even a tiny bit of control and yet he’d done it. For me.
In that moment I understood. As much as I longed to please Black—no, not Black, David —he longed to please me just as much. I had equal power in this budding relationship. Somehow I’d stumbled on to the one man who completed me. Yes, completed me—as unpopular a notion as it was these days.
He was the darkness to my light, the night to my day, the Dominant who craved my submission. We’d forged a powerful bond, one that would take some time to comprehend. But if I didn’t make my stand now, would he ever really respect me?
“I—I don’t know if I can stay here with you,” I murmured. “And Mika.”
Head shaking almost imperceptibly, he looked at me. “That’s not what I’m asking of you.”
“Isn’t it?”
Again, he fixed his stare on the floor. That was all the answer I needed.
I kissed his cheek. “We’ll talk after I’m off from work.”
He released my hand, wrapping his arms around himself, and with that David was gone, replaced again by Black’s cold stare.
I nodded and took my leave.
Once out the door, I breathed in the cool, crisp autumn air. The leaves on the trees had turned various shades of magenta, scarlet and buttercup yellow. What the hell was I doing, running away from the most exciting man I’d ever met to hurry off to a shitty job I hated?
But could I do this? Could I give myself to a man who ate, drank and breathed so foreign a lifestyle? Would he lose interest in me after he’d forced my total submission? Would I allow him to dominate me completely? Was that what he wanted?
Maybe it was really what I wanted. The thought sent a shiver up my spine.
More questions ricocheted around my brain, but I ignored them.
Once in my car, I willed myself to start the engine, then I willed myself to pull out of the driveway. One step at a time, I found myself finally in my cubicle at work. It seemed grayer and smaller than usual. No matter how hard I tried to banish the memory of Black’s hands on my body, the sensation haunted me. My cunt still ached from the pounding he’d given me the night before, my skin still raw from the elaborate bondage. The thought drew my nipples into painfully tight buds.
Blinking away tears, I shook my head. I’d never make it through the day at this rate. Minutes seemed like hours and hours stretched into days, but finally six o’clock rolled around. I collected my purse, clocked out and bid my coworkers goodbye.
As soon as I exited the building and entered the parking area, I saw him— Black stood by my car, bearing a bouquet of flowers.
A grin pulled at my lips—yet another concession from him. “What are you doing here?”
He shook his head. “Can you honestly say that today was better than your weekend with me?”
“No but—”
“But it’s something you can call yours. I
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